And by assets, I mean her fame! Get your head out of the gutter, Francis. My head is already occupying all of that space anyway.

But yes, Kat Dennings allowed her fame to bust her to the front of the line and she felt terrible about it. Luckily Dave is there to let her know that’s how it is supposed to be in life. The streets of the world are paved with the low and helpless for the stars to bleed on along the way to emergency room bliss.

Don’t mind me, Ms. Dennings! Just got a bit of plague, I’ll be fine in a jiffy.

At least she looks fantastic. I bet even covered in blood, she just looks fantastic. I need help.

Quick poll: how many episodes of ‘Two Broke Girls’ did you manage to watch out of respect for Dennings alone before you finally gave up out of disgust? I managed two and about four minutes into a third.

Zero. ZERO! That’s right, I managed to resist the magnetic attraction. It was her show’s proximity to men both whole and half, and boring ass pseudo-nerd stereotypes. That area of the television cannot have enough great cans to get me to tune in.